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gladys bryant – beale street mamma lyrics

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[verse 1]
mamie neal, down on beale, gave her papa the air
left him cold, got him told that she didn’t care
poor joe, her beau, looks just like he would die
if you’re near him, you can hear him start this mournful cry

[chorus]
beale street mamma, why don’t you come back home?
it isn’t proper to leave your papa all alone

[verse 2]
sometimes i was cruel, that’s true
but mamma, your sweet papa never two-timed you
boo-hoo, i’m blue, so how come you do me like you do
i’m cryin’

[chorus]
beale street mamma, don’t mess around with me
there’s fancy pettin’ that i can get in tennessee

[verse 3]
i advertised for you in the memphis press
and fourteen mammas answered “yes”
so beale street mamma, come back home

[instrumental break]

[verse 4]
i bought a razor, rifle, rope, and knife
a postal card can save my life
so beale street mamma, come back home

- gladys bryant lyrics

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